1986 wow, what a great year,
pretty girls dance in rainbows
i sat back, just being here
and sometimes being there
and the then hushed quiet
of the crowd now frozen
caught between the sheets
of them not knowing
and i hear the words sung softly
"They’re selling postcards of the hanging
They’re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town..."
my best friend Mike leaps from his chair
and turns to me, eyes wide and screams out
"Desolation Row",
I just look up and casually whisper "I know"
later that same night we find ourselves
devouring cheesesteaks at Pat's
and chanting softly between each bite
"wow, Desolation Row"

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